Thieves 2 Lovers

by J. D. Hollyfield

His brow lifts and he smirks. “I knew you had a good head on you, man. Despite what Roman says about you.” Then he scowls. “But you hurt her, even if it’s fucking emotionally, I will gut you.”

  Reagan has always been closer to Ram than Roman, so I know he means every word.

  “I wouldn’t dare,” I vow. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I let out a loud sigh. “Can you…can we keep this between us?”

  “Well, Reagan already knows I know,” he grunts. “I thought it would be funny to send her a picture of you being treated like a celebrity. I’d just snapped the picture and sent it when she replied immediately after with a picture of—” Another gag. “Her fucking boobs. Goddamn, can you two try and not leave that shit around for people like me to find?”

  I groan. “Duly noted. Thanks for…”

  “Not killing you?” he quips.

  “Yeah, that.”

  He shrugs. “I figure Roman will think of a thousand ways to murder you the moment he finds out.”

  I pick up my burger that’s now cold with one hand and my phone with the other. “Let’s make sure he doesn’t find out.”

  He snorts with laughter and then launches into an animated conversation with Brent when he comes to refill his glass. I scroll through the texts I missed.

  Rey: What would you do to these?

  Rey:

  Gorgeous goddamned tits with perfect pink nipples. Then, it shows where I sent her a picture of me with Belinda. Immediately followed by Ram losing his shit.

  Me: WHAT THE FUCK, REAGAN?! YOU AND LINC?! SEXTING?!

  Rey: Ram! Oh crap! Omg!

  Rey: Omg.

  Rey: Omg.

  Rey: Oh. My. God.

  I chomp on my burger while I text her.

  Me: I’d put my dick right between your perfect tits and fuck you until my cum shot you on your neck giving you the prettiest pearl necklace anyone ever did see. Don’t say I never got you jewelry.

  Rey: Oh, thank God. You’re back. How bad is it? Does everyone know? Is Roman on the warpath? And FYI…how do you make something so nasty and dirty seem romantic?

  Laughing, I reply back.

  Me: Ram is good. I’m not allowed to hurt you or he’s going to disembowel me. No biggie.

  Rey: Gawwwwd. I am so sorry.

  Me: I guess you should get your pretty ass ready for your spanking then.

  Rey: I deserve it. Let me make it up to you…

  I’m still grinning like a fucking idiot when I get another text.

  Detective Dickhead: Almost time.

  My blood runs cold. That day Chase got fired and I got hauled away by a fake-ass cop, I learned exactly what this asshole wanted me to do.

  Only I would manage to get the motherfucking Feds on my ass just as I’ve started to put my life back together.

  Me: Waiting on instructions.

  Detective Dickhead: Good dog.

  The murderous scowl is wiped right off my face when my phone pings and it’s from Reagan.

  Rey:

  Cock Exercises

  “IF YOU DO NOT STOP, we are never making it to dinner.” I laugh as Linc does another—as he calls it—helicopter with his privates. He doesn’t seem to care that we’re already running late when he does another swing, sending me into a fit of laughter. “Seriously stop. You have to be hurting that poor thing.”

  “He likes it. Cock exercises.”

  I fall over onto the bed, holding my stomach. He is ridiculous. “Oh, and what would you call what we just did three times?” Referring to the extremely difficult Erotic Accordion position that I found online earlier.

  “I call that fucking Olympic training.” We both laugh until Linc finally cuts it out and climbs onto the bed, pushing my shoulders back so he can crawl on top of me. He presses his lips to mine slowly, never taking his eyes off me. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”

  I smile against his lips. “So are you.” And it’s the truth. He is beautiful inside and out.

  Linc bites gently at my lip, and pulls. “Thanks for the compliment but I would appreciate more of a hot, sexy, beastly over beautiful. Guys aren’t beautiful, babe.”

  I smile up at him. “But you are to me.”

  “But I’m also sexy as fuck, right? Rock your world with my manly cock. Muscles that scream all man, not beautiful?”

  My grin widens and I can’t help but chuckle. “I think you’re all those things, but no matter what you say, you are beautiful to me. Your heart is so big. The way you make me feel. I’ve never felt like this. And if beautiful is how to describe it—along with hot, muscles for days, and a super cock all other men should be jealous of—then you are beautiful. To me.”

  I barely get a glimpse of the emotion in his eyes before he slams his lips to mine. He’s done with the sappy talk. At least done showing me that soft side of him. I know that in times like these, he struggles to find the words, so he shows me physically how much I mean to him. His reply to my confession is rough and full of meaning. With his tongue dancing around mine and his hands touching me in ways that make me feel wanted, he is showing me that he feels the same way. That what he does to me, emotionally and physically, I do to him. I sigh, spreading my legs, knowing exactly what comes next. And I also know that we are going to be more than a little late to dinner.

  “Babe, if you don’t walk faster, your brother is going to come looking for you and I would rather not die tonight.”

  Linc is practically dragging me down the sidewalk to the restaurant. I would be moving a lot faster if my inner thighs weren’t so darn sore. I mean, I work out. Okay I don’t, but I clearly do now since I’ve never been so sore. Sex is physically exhausting!

  We got down and dirty, then took a shower together to help save time. It didn’t help that we got down and dirty in the shower, too, which meant we didn’t save any time. Now we are practically running to the restaurant where we’re supposed to meet my brothers, Dani, and Andie to talk about the upcoming coed bachelor/bachelorette party and we’re forty-five minutes late. “Linc, I swear I think I pulled my groin when you put my leg into that spreader. No joke. You may have to carry me the rest of the way.”

  Linc stops quickly, and I slam into his back. “I’ll carry you, but I’m going to warn you. If I put you in my arms, I’m going to probably get hard as fuck and carry your ass back to the car. Then I’m going to have to fuck you in my back seat because I think you would look hot all crammed back there, screaming my name.”

  I go to smack him, because how can he seriously think about sex right now? We are two yards away from the restaurant, and honestly, if I don’t give my poor vagina a break, she might fall off.

  “Fine,” he concedes. “I’ll slow down, but I hope you say something nice about me at my funeral. Preferably about my super cock.” He smiles, then ducks as I take another whack at him.

  “Oh, goodness,” a familiar voice greets. “There you two are. Everyone is waiting. Roman is kind of hangry right now, and Andie won’t let anyone order until you two get here.”

  We both turn to see Dani standing at the entrance of the restaurant. With just one look, I can tell she’s had some wine. More than one glass, too.

  “Sorry. Car trouble.” We meet Dani at the door, who offers me a long hug. Having to pull her away, she says her hellos to Linc and walks us to the table.

  “Lookie who I found!” she exclaims ending on a giggle. She goes to sit on Ram’s lap, instead of her own chair, and Ram, rather than getting annoyed, coddles her in his arms, kissing her neck.

  “So sorry guys. Bad traffic.”

  “I thought you said car trouble?” Dani pipes in.

  Shoot.

  “That too. Man I need a drink!” I refuse to make eye contact with anyone. I know Andie is calculating and Ram, well, I’m not sure because Ram and I aren’t able to look each other in the eyes just yet since the whole sexting incident. Roman is probably too busy staring down Linc, thinking about what gun would kill him faster. So I p
lay it safe and keep my focus on Dani. “Super cute top, by the way!” I divert the eyes away from me, and everyone joins in on complimenting the bride-to-be.

  “Can I get you two something to drink?” A waitress comes behind me with her pad. Sure, she can. “Yeah, I’ll have what she’s having.” I point to Dani, wanting to feel as bubbly as her and fast. I turn to Linc. “What do you want?”

  “Nothing. You have fun. I’ll drive us home.”

  “Drive us home?”

  My back stiffens. Ugh. Of course Roman would catch that. I turn to my brother. “You know what he means.” I scoff as Andie kicks him under the table. “Roman, knock it off.”

  “What?” he grumbles. “It’s just a simple question.”

  “What Linc means, grumpy guardian,” I start, “is that he’s going to stay sober and make sure I get home, like the caring person he is.”

  Andie kicks him again because Roman grunts. “Leave it alone, Roman, or your shins are going to pay the price.” Roman quickly shuts up, and I offer Andie a thankful smile.

  “Okay so, now that everyone’s here, let’s discuss plans.” Andie jumps straight into business. My wine is placed in front of me, and I thank the waitress and whisper to keep them coming. If I’m not driving, I’m surely going to take advantage of my sober driver. Then when I get home really take advantage of my sober driver.

  “What’s so funny?”

  I turn to Andie who’s apparently stopped talking.

  “Oh, um nothing. Sorry. Okay so plans, yay! What’s on the agenda?” Andie wants no part in knowing what I’m laughing about, which is good, so she continues.

  “I was saying that since Reagan offered up her house, we should utilize the entire day. Girls do our thing at Reagan’s. Boys, you can do what boys do and we can meet up later for a barbeque. Unless Reagan still isn’t feeling it, and then we can do a taco-themed fiesta.”

  Everyone seems to be pondering the idea. I’m not sure Dani even heard her since her and Ram are whispering to one another. Ram finally chimes in. “Well shit, then why don’t the guys go golfing? Linc, you ever hit some balls?”

  At that I choke. If he means has he ever used a nine iron to jam into my garden, then yes. I gulp down my wine in an effort to look not the least bit interested in this idea. I’m really hoping Linc is smart enough to suggest another idea.

  “Nah, but man, I’d love to try. Bet a nice set of clubs would help my swing.” He turns to Roman. Fuck. “You got a set I can practice with? Heard you have the best.”

  I’m going to kill him.

  If Roman doesn’t first, judging by the look on his face.

  “I do, but a few went missing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” I choke again on my wine, at the same time Roman grunts, assumingly from another kick, while Linc just laughs.

  “Knock it off, Oaf,” Andie huffs. “My brother wouldn’t steal your golf clubs!”

  “Then how can you explain what I saw?” he challenges.

  She rolls her eyes. “It was an antique umbrella you jackass. Don’t you know anything about garden flare?”

  The waitress places a new glass down in front of me—great timing—and I go straight for it.

  Linc smiles at my brother and gives me a quick wink. He seriously wants to get us killed.

  “Okay, that boring shit is settled. Now, what should the girls do?” Andie asks, and this time, Dani perks up. I see Andie fight the eye roll because we all know what’s coming. It wouldn’t be typical Dani fashion if she didn’t give it her best try.

  “Well, I was thinking…since we can’t make it to Silver Dollar City that maybe we can attempt to make some taffy at Reagan’s! Like homemade! I have a whole board of pinned recipes. We can put them in the gift bags for the wedding!”

  Her and her darn taffy. I swear she should just be a spokesmodel for the damn stuff.

  “Fine. Sounds like a great idea. I can look up some girly drink recipes and we can get all the bags ready. We can do gifts and maybe play a few bridal games,” I suggest, finishing off my second glass like a champ. Linc looks at me curiously. Probably wondering why I’m drinking so fast. But, let’s be honest. I’ve had a stressful week. It’s not easy running a business and trying to keep your smokin’ hot relationship secret. Roman practically caught us three times this week at lunch, and one time, I swore we were both toast. If it weren’t for him being tired from being up all night with Molly, he probably would have caught on.

  There’s also the stress of just wanting to come clean with the truth. Let them know. Tell Roman that I’m with Linc and just wait out the fireworks. It’s my life. He isn’t my dad, even though he tries to be at times. But then again, I think of Linc. And what he would have to endure. I know he can take my brother, but I don’t want to see him go through that just because of me. I shift in my seat and moan a bit at the tightness of my inner thighs. I pout, convinced that I pulled a muscle down there.

  Everyone is going back and forth about what drinks to get when my phone vibrates on the table. I reach for it to see Linc texting me.

  Abraham L: Want me to rub that out for you? You know I have magical hands.

  I laugh, and shoot off my reply.

  Me: No. It hurts too bad. You’ll only make it worse. And behave. I want to see you with all your body parts still intact later tonight.

  Abraham L: Meet me in the bathroom. I’ll rub out the muscle. Promise, you’ll be as good as new.

  God, it’s tempting. But nothing is as innocent as it seems with Linc. Just like when he asked if I wanted dessert the other night and failed to mention I was the dessert.

  Me: As much as I want this pain gone, we can’t. You need to behave.

  Abraham L: I swear, Rey. Just a rub. Magical hands.

  Ugh, he’s right. He does have magical hands. And this hurts. Every time I move the muscle threatens to tear into two. I take a few seconds to think it over.

  Me: Fine. Meet me by the women’s restroom.

  With an innocent, dimpled grin that makes my panties wet, Linc stands up. “I need to make a call. Be back.” And then he’s gone.

  I’m not sure how long I need to wait to not look suspicious. The wine is hitting me, which means my carelessness may also kick in. I can feel Andie’s gaze boring holes through me so I make it a point not to make eye contact with her. “Geez, I drank those fast. Gotta pee now. Order me one more if she comes back. Thanks.” And avoiding all eyes, I get up and make my way to the bathroom.

  Linc isn’t by the women’s restroom, so I figure maybe I’ll just go pee really quick. When I step inside, a hand wraps around my bicep and pulls me into the first stall. Before I can scream, I feel Linc’s hand over my mouth.

  “Calm down, beautiful. It’s just me.”

  “Jesus, Linc. You scared me. I thought you were a kidnapper!”

  “Ahhh, that sounds like another fantasy we should try. Me accosting you. You screaming through duct tape as I pound into you from behind. My little prisoner tied up in my dungeon, ready and available at any moment.”

  “You don’t have a dungeon.” I go to jab him in the ribs but groan as my muscle flares.

  “Here,” he breathes against me, warm and delicious. “Let me rub it.” I lie back against the closed stall while Linc works his magic. I shut my eyes at how good it feels. Just the way his fingers dig into my skin, I can already feel the tense muscle letting up.

  Of course with my eyes closed, I miss his subtle attack. His mouth is on my neck, pressing wet kisses down my skin. With his hand on my inner thigh, so close to my sex, it’s hard not to become aroused.

  “How does this feel?”

  “Good. Great. Perfect.” His mouth is on mine, and I completely forget about my thigh. When Linc kisses me, everything else in the world goes mute. My body craves his. He pushes himself against me so I can feel how hard he is. So much for behaving—

  “You ran off in such a rush, I wanted to check up on…holy mother of, what are you doing!” Dani squea
ls as she rattles the stall door and peeks through the crack. Panicked, I push Linc off me and he trips, almost falling into the toilet.

  “Oh my, oh my, oh my…”

  Oh God, I think I just broke Dani. “Dani, calm down. Take a deep breath.”

  “I can’t! I’m an accomplice now,” she shrieks, her eye that’s still staring through the door wide with panic. “If I tell Ram what I just saw, he will tell Roman, and then Roman will kill Linc, then kill me for just knowing.”

  Linc starts laughing, and I turn, shooting him a glare. “Linc, I got this. Go.”

  “But I want to hear—”

  “Out!” I bark and he nods, making his exit out of the stall. Turning to Dani, I rush out, “Dani, listen. I’m sorry you just had to see that, but it’s not what you think.”

  “Oh no, was he taking advantage of you?” Her face screws up in horror.

  “No, honey. He wasn’t taking advantage,” I say with a small, devious grin. “I definitely wanted what he was offering.”

  Her nose scrunches in confusion. “Wait…are you two…”

  “Yes. We’re a couple. We’ve been one since after Chase.” I watch her eyes begin to tear up. “Linc is the one for me, Dani. I need you to know that. I know it’s probably a shock, but… I’m in love with him.”

  That does it and Dani begins to cry. “Oh my God, I knew it. I knew there was something special between you two. The way he looks at you. It always reminded me of how Ram looks at me.” I’m so touched by her comparison that my own tears threaten to fall. “Oh Reagan, I’m so happy for you both.”

  “Thank you. That means a lot. But we’re trying to keep it secret for now, so I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself. You know my brothers. They may not be as welcoming to the idea as you are. And Linc and I just want some time to enjoy each other before my family’s claws come out.”

  Dani pulls me in for a hug. I squeeze her tight, thankful that she is about to be my sister soon. “Secret is safe with me, promise,” she says when we pull apart. “You deserve happiness. And if Linc is it for you, I approve.”

  “Thank you. We, uh, we should probably get back out there so no one starts asking questions.”